Violent Berries

war is old so we don't feel it now
we broke the berlin wall but we make no sound
what's a word of truth when you can't be true
to anyone or yourself
anyone's got truth it's not the head that counts

is our house still a box
are we all still the same

conversation's old make's my fingers numb
i never know what to say
marx and engels plays think i'll be ok
cuz what's a word of truth when you can't be true
to anyone or yourself
anyone's got truth it's not the head that counts

is our house still a box
are we all still the same
who is there left to blame
are we all still the same

i play the game hope that the day won't fade away
still i play the game watching the day just fade away

i stay awake hope that the day don't fade